Love
Is love the dainty bird with golden wings That brings soft touch to anyone in need? Or could it be the icy cold North wind That chills a youth with just its evil deed? Does love inspire such tender caring moods As would cause tears of joy to over spill? Or might it merely spoil all joy with cruel Intentions aimed to cause the greatest ill? Perhaps the true design of love defies All knowledge of the subject that’s at hand And only manifests itself refined To those who truly care beyond demand Love overwhelms with a deluge of passion As strong in exultation as in throbbing pain Written April 22nd, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 07:15 PM PST 0 • 8
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"Is love the dainty bird with golden wings..."